Hot Hot Heat

I'm not going to spend precious energy explaining how hot it is in New York right now. How, when I walk out the door, my brain melts out my ear and I start babbling incoherently. How the sun is so piercing, I drool and bump into mailboxes and parked cars. How tourists on the street are spontaneously bursting into flames.

Instead, I'll just paste yesterday's report from weather.com:



"Feels like 117"?!? I'll be on the next flight home.

But seriously, who invented weather this hot? I don't want to bring God into it, so I'm going to go ahead and blame Al Gore.